"You..." Rong Luo's tone changed, and she opened her mouth to curse, but Gu Jingting, the big Buddha, stood openly and openly in front of her eyes, forcing her to swallow back the words that came to her lips.
But I already hate Song Qiao in my heart.
As a top-grade jewelry luxury product, GL has never found a spokesperson before. This year, due to the brand adjustment, it finally found a celebrity to endorse, and the requirements are naturally ridiculously high.
So everyone knows that whoever can win this endorsement can greatly improve his own positioning and value. Rong Luoyin spent a lot of effort to get it, but now Song Qiao actually dares to ask for this cooperation!
Rong Luoyin was furious. In his eyes, Song Qiao's smile deepened and he was waiting for her to make a decision.
As if the fight wasn't enough, Song Qiao continued to add fuel to the fire during her silence, "Ms. Rong always protects the employees around her. You shouldn't care about this mere advertising cooperation, right?"
Rong Luoyin was in a dilemma, she was trapped by the image she created in her daily life.
Gu Jingting looked at Song Qiao, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes. When he threw the problem over, he just wanted to embarrass her, and he would naturally solve it when the time came.
Unexpectedly, she was able to find another way to solve the problem and gain benefits for herself.
It seems that she knows more interesting things than he does.
Gu Jingting raised his eyes leisurely and continued to press: "I think this proposal is quite good. If you are willing, just stay. If not, get out now."
Rong Luoyin's face turned pale, and her well-cared-for nails almost broke the palm of her hand. As a subtle sting came, she put on a smile again.
"I was originally thinking about how to compensate you. Since you think this is enough, that's the best thing." She turned to the assistant next to her: "Tell Sister Yang and let her go to Song Qiao's agent."
This advertising project.”
Song Qiao was surprised: "I didn't expect Miss Rong to be really willing. It seems that you are really good to your employees." She paused slightly, then said sincerely: "Thank you then."
Rong Luoyin felt nauseated when she heard this, and began to secretly hate herself for why she had to create such a character.
She had a dark and gloomy look on her face. When the assistant saw this, he began to feel uneasy and scared. Rong Luoyin would definitely take his anger out on her if he lost such a big contract.
"You're welcome. After all, it's my fault for being lax in discipline." Rong Luoyin squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.
Song Qiao accepted the offer and did not continue to provoke.
Just as she was about to step aside, her cell phone suddenly rang. It was her home phone number. Her heart suddenly jumped wildly, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose.
Aunt An knew about her work and would never contact her during the day, unless... something happened to Qiqi!
Song Qiao didn't care much and walked to the corner to answer the call.
"Miss Song, Qiqi just had a heart attack and has been sent to the hospital. Please come back and take a look." Aunt An's anxious voice followed the electric current and penetrated Song Qiao's eardrums, making her dizzy like a huge thunder explosion.
dazzled.
Unspeakable palpitations spread from her heart, and her vision went dark for two seconds. She barely regained consciousness and asked hurriedly: "How is the situation now?"
Aunt An replied: "I'm still in the operating room, so I don't know the situation."
Song Qiao made a quick decision: "I'll go back now."
After hanging up the phone, she walked back and hurriedly said to Gu Jingting, "Mr. Gu, I'm in a hurry to leave. I'm sorry." and rushed out of the set.
Before Gu Jingting could even give a reaction, Song Qiao had already disappeared from the set.
This behavior made everyone present take a breath.
She actually dared to do this in front of Mr. Gu. Is she not afraid of death, or is her relationship with Mr. Gu really very close?
"The shelf is really big."
In the silence, I don't know who murmured.
Gu Jingting sat in a chair, his eyes falling in the direction Song Qiao left. He didn't know what he was thinking about. When he heard these words, he chuckled, like gold and jade striking each other, crisp and indifferent.
He said coldly: "Who do you think you are? You dare to open your mouth?"
The atmosphere in the crew reached an unprecedented level of condensation. Only then did they realize that Gu Jingting had already restrained his momentum, and now he was the real helmsman of the Gu family.
The crew member who had been muttering in a low voice was so frightened that he even started to breathe cautiously. His arms and legs were trembling, and he didn't even have the courage to look up.
He didn't know how long it took, but with a soft sound, he looked up again and found that Gu Jingting had left.
He was a little unable to regain his senses. It took him a long time before he took a long breath and collapsed to the ground.
…
Song Qiao had no time to pay attention to what was happening later on the set. She ran out of the set, sent a message to Momo telling her whereabouts, and hurried back as quickly as possible.
When they arrived at the hospital, Qiqi happened to be transferred from the emergency room to the ward, and Mrs. An followed suit.
When she saw Song Qiao, she finally found her backbone. Her eyes suddenly turned red. She grabbed her hand and kept saying, "Miss Song, it's all my fault. I didn't take good care of the child."
Song Qiao patted the back of her hand and comforted her: "It's okay. What exactly happened?"
Aunt An wiped her eyes and said: "At noon, I was cooking in the kitchen, Xiaotang was studying in the room, and Qiqi said she wanted to watch cartoons, so I just wanted to let her be fine for a while. Where did I think...
… Something happened to her.”
"It's my fault, it's all my fault, I should have watched."
Song Qiao shook his head: "This has nothing to do with you. Qiqi's condition is inherently unstable. Don't blame yourself."
Mrs. An was speechless, staring in the direction of the hospital bed and crying.
"Excuse me."
A voice came, and Song Qiao followed the sound and saw a man in his late twenties, with a handsome and gentle face, standing not far away in a white coat.
Catching Song Qiao's gaze, he took the initiative to step forward and stretched out his hand to her: "I am the doctor who just rescued the patient, Shen Zhinan."
Song Qiao shook his hand and thanked her: "Dr. Shen, thank you very much for today."
Shen Zhinan shook his head and said: "This is what I should do." After saying that, he paused for a moment, as if he was afraid of touching Song Qiao's sad things, and said in a slower tone: "That's right, I read the child's case report, and her current
The situation is that if the heart transplant surgery cannot be performed within half a year, the body will soon..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly saw Song Qiao's complexion rapidly turning pale. Inexplicably, he found it difficult to speak.
Logically speaking, there were countless births, old age, illness and death every day in the hospital, and Shen Zhinan had long been used to it, but when he looked at Song Qiao's red eyes, the words he was used to saying were like cotton, stuck in his throat.
He hesitated for a moment and asked aloud: "Are you okay?"
Song Qiao's heart seemed to be being severely twisted by invisible hands. In half a year, Qiqi's condition deteriorated much faster than before, but now she could not even collect half of the surgery fee.
what to do?
She bit her lip, forced herself to shake her head, "It's okay, thank you."
